JUST PASSING. Pigtails, Poets, 'n' Pony Tales, Skipping out marble games, Etched in the yard, Together with our frantic mischievous faces Caught aging, simply aging, Beside a wild crocus garden, Kissed with drops, In floods of laughter, We ran, And so did time, With the mysterious Sage, Nursing wounds, Touching Gossamer Wings, Where water gather, Catching Flags, Waving, waving, noisily, At Margret's passing, passing Dutifully, And Now a Nation Celebrate a life, As a Queen goes to join Her Bertie.